Bo Phillips Band - Front Porch Lyrics

A hot apple pie, sittin' in the window, summer breeze coolin' it down.
Homemade ice cream, churnin' up in my dreams, ain't nothin' like it around.
Sittin' on a porch-swing, man there ain't anything, that'll ever ruin my day.
If you wonder why I've got this smile on my face, this is what I'm gonna say.

I learned how to spit and to whittle, back when I was little, toes barely reaching the ground.
How to cuss, how to fight, wrong from the right, and listening to the hummingbird sound.
Snappin' green beans, hand-me-down jeans, and watermelon seeds on the floor.
Everything I ever did when I was on the front porch, just don't do it anymore.

Sun-baked ice tea, underneath a pine tree, sweeter than a long first kiss.
Swattin' at a horse-fly, nibblin' on a moon-pie, ain't nothin' better than this.
Rabbit-eared radio, turn it down real low, everybody doin' their thing.
When Bubba came out with his beat up guitar, everybody wanna sing.

I learned how to spit and to whittle, back when I was little, toes barely reaching the ground.
How to cuss, how to fight, wrong from the right, and listening to the hummingbird sound.
Snappin' green beans, hand-me-down jeans, and watermelon seeds on the floor.
Everything I ever did when I was on the front porch, just don't do it anymore.

Ain't a damn thing wrong with a little slow down.
When your tappin' your toe on the porch swing,
there ain't nothin' like it around.

I learned how to spit and to whittle, back when I was little, toes barely reaching the ground.
How to cuss, how to fight, wrong from the right, and listening to the hummingbird sound.
Snappin' green beans, hand-me-down jeans, and watermelon seeds on the floor.
Everything I ever did when I was on the front porch, just don't do it anymore.